#fine. i'll leave you alone

[melancholic-pigeon]

No, I'm not okay. Thanks for not asking.

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

i think fandom spaces would become much more enjoyable across the board if people stopped flipping their pancakes over other fans enjoying characters that they don't like. or, god forbid, like them but in 'the wrong way.'

[autobotmedic]

[ this is the part where i hit everyone with my own personal childhood nostalgia and i say that if ratch lost everything/finally did reach breaking point

he would just be vict.or fries from btas/bat.man: subzero with his own priorities only

[hoofpeet]

cut the inevitable infodump off in the tags before it could get too long but it is conceptually funny to me that I draw Sugar as babygirl supreme. doggy girl doing doggy things running after tennis balls and curling up on Emmet’s bed in the middle of the night . But is ultimately also essentially a middle aged business man who runs a major transit station and is very serious about her job <3

would Emmet even know tho . I think it’s funniest if Emmet is too busy wallowing in his own misery the whole time to fully think through the situation and realize that Sugar’s effectively been doing Ingo’s job for the last 2 years.. He just walks into [Ingo’s] office one day and sees Sugar typing up a very long winded professional email like ??? 

[twinknote]

auughhhhh i feel rly anxious and i need to get this somewhat out of my head. cw breast cancer screening

ok so i have an appt scheduled at planned parenthood tomorrow bc i found a lump under my armpit and there is history of breast cancer in both sides of my family. and first of all i need to call them tomorrow bc i forgot that when i scheduled the appt online it said they didn't accept my insurance even though i've literally been to planned parenthood before and my insurance website says they're covered? so i have to fucking call them and idek if i'm going to end up having the appt. which is stressful on its own

but also there is the factor of being TransgenderedTM and not really knowing if whatever doctor i might see will be trans-competent or if it will be a deadnaming + "girl power!!!" situation. plus just. yk. having anyone see and feel my fucking titties who i'm not fucking is like. strange and unnerving. and there is Also the factor of having sexual trauma so having anyone see and feel my fucking titties who i'm not fucking (and sometimes even who i Am fucking!!!!) is EXTRA strange and unnerving!!!! also idk if i would just be having some kind of exam or if i would be having a mammogram or if they even Have the ability to do a mammogram or if they would just be like Yup that's a lump [insert thumbs up emoji bc i'm typing this in an anxiety-fueled rage on my computer] have fun!

idk man i'm justreally really anxious abt this and it's making it worse not actually knowing if it's happening or not or if i'll have to make one billion calls around to find somewhere else to go or if i'll have to wait like 2 months to see someone back home in which case the cancer will have spread to my entire body and killed me and i also won't have insurance. basically i should just die anyway bc this all seems like way too much stress and way too complicated and maybe i should just not see a doctor about it and just simply keel over and die [insert another thumbs up emoji for good measure]

[worstloki]

Tony: you can be a good guy and get along with the other residents in the tower but instead of character development you choose to be an annoying emo tagalong Loki: if I have to go through any more character development, my character is gonna develop into a villain Tony: this is exactly what I'm talking about--you already TRIED THAT!!

[hurricanepursonafied]

Wow, the creepypasta fandom really hates happiness doesn't it. God forbid you have your own little world with these made up characters that don't have much of a real canon story. Oh you want them to have a positive relationship? Fandom hell. Someone hates you now. Mansion au???? What are you 12???? Good lord, its as if the fandom is a pendant on a sting, it swung one way in 2014 where everyone wanted all the friendships/relationships and now it has swung the other way, no friendships, everyone hates everyone, everyone is an irredeemable monster and has no chance of and joy. Oh, and if you step one inch out of line they'll shoot on sight. The fandom that is, the characters are innocent bystanders having their personalities changed every two seconds. Sometimes I really really dislike the fandom in general. Like I'm not allowed to say I want a little fluff, a little found family with a twist of insanity without someone being like 'YoU sOuNd LiKe A cRiNgY 12 yEaR oLd' WELL SO WHAT IF I DO??? I MAY HAVE BEEN CRINGE BUT I WAS HAPPY. I MAY DIE SURROUNDED BY CRINGY LIKES AND OPINIONS BUT I WILL DIE HAPPY.

[blackwaxidol]

I think I just want HRT to be as casual as humanly possible like I don't want anyone to make a big deal out of it... treat it as nothing... I just don't want anyone to see or think of me in that kind of way. I am very very afraid.

[holopossums]

Btw. I am tired of being nice to people who intentionally violate me and my very clear boundaries on here and other socials. It's RIGHT THERE. Right. Fucking. There.

I am tired of putting up with it. I am tired of being stealthily followed, interacted with, and borderline harassed by tcesters/proshippers or art thieves or anyone else who genuinely makes me feel sick to my stomach. This is the last straw. I've snapped.

From now on, if it's within my ability, I will be personally contacting every person who I catch violating my tcest/proship DNI on here, Twitter, Bluesky, or Discord. And I will be personally contacting every person who reposts my work without credit. And I will make you feel bad for being an asshole to me first who doesn't see me as a real person with feelings.

Better run while you can. Smiles.

[anaalnathrakhs]

i <3 feeling like i'm literally always making the wrong choice

[sjweminem]

peter i am begging you

[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[zhuhongs]

now that ive experienced spending time with other people, its so much harder to be alone.... god i really didnt want this to happen. god, yea. the loneliness really isnt tolerable when i know what its like to have company

[soulsxng]

"Jaey, you can't have someone pretend to marry you just to get the delegation off your back. That would cause way more trouble than it's worth...and besides, who would you even ask? How would you decide the best candidate?"

"I'll hire someone! I'm tired of all these arrangement parties and stuff; the candidates the delegation keeps picking out are all the worst. But they're not scared of me like they are you, so I was thinking about how I can get them to leave it alone, and...ta-da! It's a good idea, right? It definitely is!"

"Hiring someone. Someone that would then be allowed a place on the delegation, and could enact who knows what kinds of laws and such at a whim. Someone that you're already motivating to help you out by paying them somehow. If you didn't get rid of them right away, I would, and then you'd be right back to square one."

"...Uuuuuugh. Then...I don't know! I'll find someone else that's supposed to get an arranged marriage, but doesn't want to do it! We can marry each other to get it out of the way, and then have nothing to do with each other after that! And if it's a ruler or something like that, then they wouldn't mess with delegation business, because I could just do the same thing to them! And...and so yeah! I'll just do that!"

[likesummerrainn]

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